While I was outside having a cigarette, one of my neighbours asked me whether I was cold standing outside in only a t-shirt. Rather than saying good morning, or no, I starting looking at my arm in fascination, completely unintentionally, like it had been grafted onto my body by some unknown person during the night. :wacko:
Other than that, I think that last night was the first night in months that a) I’ve slept for 8 hours straight and b) I’ve woken up when the sheets and pillows aren’t strewn across the room.